On a cold dark road, When there is light We do not stumble. In the darkness We find pleasure What can we say then We stumble on pleasure Or does this pleasure find us When our eyes are closed.
We sit and laugh Talk and chat Remembering alas How it could have been. Think in silence Think aloud I am far off now.
The pleasure I could see For once my eyes were closed In the moment I blinked Now the light has filled my soul. I can see now I stumble no more For that pleasure Was just a stumbling block On that dark cold road.